30-I-2002.
(... 13 words...) I took Nina to Lynchburg to pass her TOEFL test. As the serial letter said, "the removal of participants is at the sole desecration of the manager".
Rather uneventful. The exam place was a set of rented offices in something that would usually host some local doctors, real estaters or insurance resellers (which it probably did, in the rest of the building). The number of security cameras, real or fake, was outrageous. The outfit had no clue as to what kind of exam this was - they knew what to do, and were completely unable to answer any questions not related to the formal side of the exam, i.e. rules. The rest is not their concern - they are the data acquisition unit, not professors.
Took a few snapshots and bought cigarettes at the gas station across the road. They didn't have the Basic (cigarettes) so I took something else, similarly cheap, not memorable at all.
Now that I looked at these pictures, I realize these must be the oldest chemtrails I shot.
Lots of work related emails. At some point I said „Just like I told my wife today, my Potemkin village has not only the façades, but roofs and windows as well. Though many of them lack shingles and glass... but the doors open, even if they lead to empty rooms.“
Full moon, and unseasonably warm weather, unly the bare branches show that it's winter (and the dry grass, but it's in the dark).
Only in 2013 I realized I took two adjacent shots while walking around the place where the exam was and that I could stitch them together
Meanwhile, the oldwave packed 60 (!) seedees with music for me. The cross traffic having ceased meanwhile, nobody flying back and forth, Boća sent them to his kum in Toronto, and they arrived there... and stayed there. They never reached me, and I don't even have any clue why. And while that was prepared, the package made a round over almost all of the oldwave, and everyone copied what they wanted.
Couple of days later dad writes
Called Brlja few minutes ago. His missus responded. It crossed my mind to aks wetter will anyone, maybe, travel to America, because we „heard“ that [some] will, so to send you, if nothing else, at leastwine and rakija, a bottle of each. She explained to me that there's no theory for something like that, but she'll tell Brlja, who just hopped out to pick daughter from school, to call me when he comez back, but tough luck.
Whoah, bre, this is even better than that counter gossip :). I hope you emphasized that you mean to send a bottle of that decorated wine [he won a medal this fall]... (after the same logic by which in Montenegro one doesn't order Nikšićko beer, but rather „there, đetić [kiddo], one decorated“).
What's eating me actually is to know in what formation do those two or three work for Ford, is it as a SZR, or two or three apart from the SZR, and in the latter case whether Brlja knows about it.
That is, I knew that some of them are still muddling with Ford, but didn't know exactly who and what and in what shape, and how is he paying... because I wasn't happy when I was. And this with SZR is an in-joke, the UScrew was an LLC at large already. Though, lost their best customer last fall, so now it is what it is, it's born and needs to eat.
Mentions: Allan Robin (Ford), Božidar Sokolović (Boća), Goran Staković (Brlja), kum, Nevena Sredljević (Nina), oldwave, rakija, UScrew, in serbian
17-I-2012 - 31-X-2025